hey guys.

all i needed was time to write this and i finally got it.

enjoy this final treat

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"How much time do we have?" He murmured into my mouth, his words crushing against my lips as we crashed into the nearest stall door.

"Six minutes, twenty- eight seconds," I said between gasps, eyes briefly scouring over my watch.

My attention drew away only for a moment until it was reverberated back to him - my love, my partner, my boyfriend, Jimin. Hands in his hair, fingernails clawing over his skin, I pulled him closer, impossibly close, our noses bumping into each other.

He grunted into me when I pressed into him, my hands all over his body, tearing his clothing from the seams until I could feel him. I only ever thought of "more" when I was around him. I always wanted more.

"We don't have time," I mumbled, voice lost between a moan and whine.

His hands pushed down my panties and bunched up my skirt, "I can be quick," was all he said and in four minutes and forty-nine seconds, I let him rail me into oblivion. I was black-out drunk on the feel of his cock feeding me euphoria while his mouth continuously muttered illicit words, things that should never be spoken aloud.

I held onto him for dear life, pushing our mouths together in a kiss that knocked the air out of both of us. He fucked up into me, gripping my thighs painfully tight, inching me further up the stall until we had the whole booth shaking because of us whilst reminding who I belonged to — the only person who could make me feel this way.

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave just like the period bell that faintly chimed from outside the door. Though I couldn't possibly care nor if someone walked in right now. Nobody could take this away from me.

He followed after me, his hips rocking his pleasure into me as his words were reduced to stutters and whimpers.

He kissed me again, softer this time as his fingers grasped my jaw, "You're perfect," He panted as my legs slide down his waist, "My angel — absolutely ethereal."

I pushed my face into his neck and hummed silently. His hand smoothened out the static of my hair while the murmurs of his delight faded into quiet, leaving me with just gentle pets.

We stayed like this until we somehow found the will to clean ourselves up.

"Time?" He asked briskly when we stepped out of the stall. His fingers ran through his hair as he cleared his throat and I pulled my skirt over my ass, attempting some composure that had already begun to fade away.

"Doesn't matter," I responded, "You weren't quick," I leaned into the mirror and wiped away the red lipstick that smudged over my cheeks, quickly sparing a glance at the man-child beside me struggling to button up his shirt which unfortunately for him had no buttons anymore.

I chuckled.

"I told you to be gentler," He grumbled.

"And I told you no booty calls during class," I said back. Our eyes locked in the glass, his gaze narrowing while my eyebrows raised.

"You know you like it,"

"I never said I didn't, darling, but there's a time and place for everything. Now come here," I nodded him over. He whined as he fell into my grasp and I rolled my eyes playfully.

I slipped his varsity jacket off my shoulders easily and slung it over his before zipping it up. He frowned, "You're gonna be cold," and tried to take it off but I stopped him.

"No, it's alright," I just adjusted the collar and mindlessly rolled my knuckles over the wrinkled sleeves and creases, "I'll be fine and you don't need to be walking around the school looking like you just walked out of Hooters."

He laughed and I hid my smile.

"Look at my baby always taking care of me," His fingers tangled into my hair, his mouth already looking for a kiss.

"Yeah yeah," I brushed our lips together and he groaned quietly, tightening his hold in my hair when he saw me escaping. He mumbled more and since I was feeling generous, I gave him another peck to which he used to his advantage by kissing me deeply and stealing my breath away, "We have to go. They are going to be opening bathrooms soon," I argued, trying to put some distance between us.

"It's not like I haven't been in here before," He said and I pulled away from him completely.

"Not funny," I responded softly and he knocked his forehead into mine.

"You know I love you and you're the only one," His words were serious after seeing my expression. His thumb swept my bottom lip while his eyes glazed over when they seared into mine.

I could feel the love emitting off him but sometimes it didn't hide the trepidation I'd feel at the thought of him leaving me — the thought of the past especially. It had been months since we went through everything but I couldn't fake how that fear of the constant bullying I faced, the darkness he led me through, everything, would somehow come back and he'd leave me stranded once again.

Truthfully, I cried for weeks on end after the play— angry and frustrated that Jimin had used me just to finally somehow summarize what he felt for me in the end. I cried about Hye and Bae and Jungkook, all his friends who put me through a massive storm that he was part of, that he did nothing about.

I didn't think we could get past it — the staredowns from girls I'd get in the hallway when he held my hand, the whispers that always seemed to pick up after he dropped me off to class. I didn't think we could and I almost broke our relationship off because of it.

But Jimin forced me to talk to him.

He wouldn't give up on me, on us, and surprised me.

It surprised me, even more, when he showed up at Hye's dorm and beat him senselessly, telling him to never come around me again. It caught me off guard when he defended our relationship to his friends, telling them if they couldn't accept me, then they couldn't accept him. He fought his parents, his dad who always had a little too much to say, and his mom who didn't say enough. Jungkook and Bae were rendered mute and left seething by the time Jimin finished with them.

He tried to rewrite everything he had done and prove to me that he meant those three words more than anything in his life.

"I love you, Y/n," He said quietly and earnestly as if he was speaking with his whole heart, "I love you," he repeated.

"I know," A small smile climbed over my mouth as I pushed backs his bangs and held the back of his neck, "Don't sweat it, darling."

He moved his lips onto mine once more as if he couldn't get enough and squeezed me tight like he didn't want to let me go. I reluctantly pulled away when I struggled for air and quickly gathered my things. He did the same and we slipped out of the bathroom easily, finding ourselves in the hallway.

Luckily, the halls were empty which meant no teachers or staff so we could have one last moment together.

His class was around the corner while mine was on the other side of the building so we wouldn't see each other until lunch.

"We have to go," I laughed quietly when he gripped my fingers tightly, trying to pull me in his direction. He groaned when I shook my head.

"I don't wanna leave you," He complained.

"You can text me," I offered and he groaned louder.

"You always respond late," He said and I sighed, kissing his fingers quickly before releasing him.

"You'll be okay. Now go to class."

He always listened to me and my words sobered him enough to get him walking backward, his face sad, eyes teary.

"I'll remember this," He said to me when he was close to the corner.

"I bet you will," I turned my back and began strolling to my class. I could still feel his eyes burning holes into my back as I turned the corner as well.

By the time I was slipping beside Soy after receiving a warning for my tardiness by my teacher, she already had a smirk on her face while she leaned over and adjusted my blouse.

"You and Jimin are bound to get caught by teacher at the rate you guys are going," she said quietly and I snorted.

"Like you're any better," I nodded over to Taehyung who was ogling her from the side of the classroom. Their eyes locked and she flushed and bumped my arm in annoyance.

"Fuck off, at least I know how to hide a hickey when I have one."

I groaned to myself as I pulled out of my phone to spot the intrusion Jimin left. Fixing my blouse again, I growled, "I told him to stop leaving marks."

"Seems he didn't get the memo," Soy smirked and it was my turn to bump her.

Class dragged into another but soon enough we were at lunch —Yoongi, Jaemin, Soy, Taehyung all seated at the table talking about some shit that happened in class and having a field day with the topic while I poked at my lunch and nodded off into space.

I wasn't even far enough in on my head until arms were wrapping around my waist and ahead was on my shoulder, nose nudging into my cheek, a sweet voice murmuring, "Where'd you go?"

I smiled as I tugged Jimin into the seat beside me and pressed a brief kiss to his cheek as he squeezed my thigh.

"I missed you."

"Seems like someone can't enough of her lovely boyfriend," He teased softly, "She's addicted," He kissed my nose.

I chuckled, "He's just got the charm, you know? Irresistible like what Beyoncé said."

"No, baby, it's Irreplaceable," he laughed under his breath and I sighed.

Jimin acknowledged everybody at the table while stealing my mash potatoes. He looked around for Namjoon for a second but I whispered that he was staying after class for some studying with Mr. Kim and he nodded, smiling.

He and Jaemin shared a brief exchange of polite words. They were able to sort out their differences because of me but it didn't mean they were going to be close friends anytime soon.

But I hoped they would.

I leaned my head into his shoulder while he laughed at what Soy said.

I was content — unbelievably happy that things were good. My friends were getting along and we were okay and the table that Jimin used to sit at, looked pathetic without him. It wasn't even considered popular anymore. Nobody feared Jungkook or Bae or any of the people who sat there anymore.

It just showed that Park Jimin had all the power and he chose to do right by it, right by me.

And I loved him even more for it.

A couple of hours later, Jimin and I were on my couch.

I was laying on the pillows with his head on top of my stomach, body wedged between my legs while he mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram feed as I flipped through channels on the television.

"Babe, Cindy, and Luke finally got together," He mumbled against my clothes. He rose his phone to show me the pic of the two kissing at some fancy resort. Luke was one of Jimin's friends who had money hence the resort.

"Good for them. Took Luke forever, Cindy has always been hot," I ran my fingers through his hair back and forth absentmindedly and he moaned quietly, pressing into me more.

"When's your mom gonna be here?" He asked after a while and I shrugged.

"She surprisedly said she's bringing pizza. Another way of her showing me she's turned a new leaf," I said, my tone slightly bitter which had Jimin dropping his chin on my belly and staring at me.

"She's trying."

"Yeah," I smiled, "I know."

"And you said you were giving her a chance," his voice raised an octave and I grimaced, hiding my face with a pillow afterward.

"Yeahhhh, I know," I dragged.

"So you actually have to give her one, darling." He laughed and I blushed. He inched up my body and pressed his mouth against mine gently, making everything in my mind all fuzzy all at once.

"Okay," I breathed after he pulled away.

"Everybody deserves a chance. You taught me that," He pecked my lips again and I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close.

"I'm glad I can teach you a few things, Park," I gave him a lopsided smile and he wiggled his eyebrow.

"Anything you can teach me right now?"

"Jiminnnnnn," I groaned, "We don't have time for this."

"Baby, I always have time for you," He suddenly lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he dragged me upstairs and into my room, closing the door with his foot and dropping me onto his bed, "Always," he told me as he coddled me into his embrace.

"I love you," I said as I pushed into his chest and held him tightly, "Always."

"Me too, darling. Always."